Biznatches.

So I got back from Owen Sound last night. I had some good times. I arrived at my parents Wednesday evening. Hung out with my new brother and all the other little siblings I have. Played some Super Monkey Ball with them. Damn good game by the way. I hadn't played in a while until then. Then soon after I got there I called me brother. He drove over. We hung out at home for a little while longer. Then we went out. Went to a parking lot and smoked some hash. And a few cigarettes. Then went to his place to play Guitar Hero. What a fucking great game. I got really good at it quickly as well. It is probably one of the most fun video games I have ever played. So we spent a lot of time just getting high and playing it. We both went to bed early. Him because he had to work in the morning. Me, because I had been doing a lot of work that day and then went in a longish car ride up there. I helped open a new Wine Rack in Georgetown before I left.

Plan-o-grams and all that other bullshit is tedious and not very fun. But easy. I don't know why people find organization so complicated. It is just practical. So the next day I woke up and my Mom wanted to take a bunch of pictures of me and the baby. So she did. I figure I should be a model. I can't help but look sexy in pictures. I went into Owen Sound around noon. Met up with Jon. I took him out for breakfast at the Boot & Blade. It was delicious as always. But not nearly as good as the Red Room. After that we headed back to his place. Michelle was still sleeping on his couch when we got back. She is dreading her hair. So I started a dread. It was the first time I had ever done such hippy bullshit as make dreads. Fuck hippies! She also lost her nose piercing in the couch. But I succesfully found it. Soon after we got there, Jon realized he left his bag at the Boot & Blade. Haha. He was pretty disorganized all day that day. He had a meeting at 2 at the Bean Cellar. So he went there. I went and grabbed his bag for him and met him back at the Bean Cellar.

Where, haha. I found out he had forgot his keys and his wallet at home. Definately not the Jon I usually know. So I got him a coffee and such. I think we were there for an hour. I don't remember how long exactly. But I remember it being too long. I could even sense Jon getting impatient. So after that, we went to Michelle's to bring her some food and coffee. While Jon was there I visited Tunga for a few minutes. He is a good man. Pretty reclusive it seems these days. After that we had a mission to pick up a 40 oz. of vodka and some hot dogs. So we did so. I also got some Guinness and some Dragon Stout. My goal was to get fucked by the time My Grandma came to pick me up to head home at 7. So as we are walking back with all this alcohol and an aloe vera plant in hand (don't ask). Jon gets a call. Lesley and Sophia were outside his door. But they called just as we were crossing the bridge.

SO they soon saw us. Fuck, was I happy to see Lesley. She was stressed at first. She has some bullshit issues to deal with in her life right now. Trust me, they are bullshit. Which is what makes them sad. But she started to relax in not to long. She talked bullshit with me while I got progressively more drunk and high. It was very good for me to see her. Because my life has brought me a little anxiety as of late. This little trip and seeing her distracted me from it. That is what I plan on doing with my life. Doing what I need to do and filling the rest up with distractions. So we talked and we laughed and knew how much better than the world we were. Then she left with Sophia about an hour before I had to go. It was disappointing. But every time I see her is never long enough. Stephanie had dropped by at some point too.

People I don't really know or care about kind of slip my mind. I was quite drunk\high as well. Than after all those kids left. Jaimie came by. I don't think I had met/fucked/seen/heard this girl before. People had told me I had done all of the above. But seeing her confirmed it. I have never had conscious sex with that woman. I always remember my conscious sex. She was quiet. So was Jon. So I convinced Jon to take a hit of hash after Jaimie did one. Jon will do what the bitches do. It got them both quite high, I could tell. But it is good hash. My brother's homemade. Jon said it felt more like acid than weed. So at 7 my Grandma shows up and we trek home. I am smashed and trashed. High as well. I figure I mine as well sleep on the way back up. Hell no way is that happening. Everytimte I would close my eyes, my Grandma's unsteady foot on the gas would make me spinny. She always is pushing down and letting off pushing down letting off. She can't maintain fucking speed without doing that.

But she is probably the worst driver I have ever met. But it was a trippy drive home. The road and the sunset had me mesmerized. We got home fairly quickly. A little over two hours. Me listening to Beneath the Massacre the whole way there. Fuck do I muchly love them. Than I got home and read some constraint poetry online. Because it is incredibly fascinating. I got more high when I got here. Watched American Dad. Than CSI. Passed the fuck out while listening to Coast to Coast. So it was a good day off. Not restful at all. But full of action. It went by rather quickly. I only spent about 7 hours in Owen Sound. So I did quite a bit considering. Oh and I forgot to mention I saw Bert too. But who cares about that kid. Anyways, I think I have sufficiently filled you fuckers in on my trip. Have a lovely something or other.